you aren't subtle when you run

moonlight bike ride through suburbia
i love the smell of cooling concert
and new lilacs.

you are not adventurous.
you have a poker face
as home base.

but you smile nice at me.

i don't like suburbia.
i dont think i ever will.
too croweded
too narrow.
but i love bike rides.
i love summer nights.
i love flowers and fresh cut grass and i love knowing maybe one day you'll be riding next to me, instead of all the men and boys i have to hold your place and replace you.

goodnight blogging world.

you're the swimming pool/
on an august day/
and you're the perfect thing/
to say/
and you play it coy/
but it's kinda cute/
and when you smile at me/
you know exactly/
what you do/
baby don't pretend/
that you don't know it's true/
cause i can see it when i look at you.


3 days until i'm 18
6 days until i have the most important date of my life
13 days until my provincial english exam

holy, smokes.

ever notice how life never moves slowly?
it may seem like it does for about a day. or two if youre lucky.
but eventually everything just shows up.
being 18...
wow...
well i suppose i have to save this for three days from now.

you are the right kind of person to fall in love with

http://xremembermyheartx.xanga.com/

 www.fuckyeahskinnybitch.tumblr.com

 http://www.flickr.com/photos/rlnaen/3746363719/

but I'm just not brave enough to love you the way I want to

well that didn't last too long.

what can i say? tumblr is lovely but i love my blog. this one feels more like my writing one, you know?


hey, i am still just a
second place prize?
the runner up gets me?
it doesn't work like that.
i am not a second choice.
babe you can't pick and choose,
that feels like all i get anymore.
i get to be your
consilation prize.
you lost her.
you got me.



i've always really identified with Clemintine
from the movie
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
she's wild.
she's horrible.
she's mean and cruel.
she was in love and he hurt her.
she loved him so much.
she was afraid, but she tried to never show it
she would do anything to get rid of him
and anything to get him back


my wonderful talented friend raezavel did a photoshoot with me yesterday! stalk her blog- they should be up soon.

TO EVERYONE WHO TAKES PHOTOS OFF OF BLOGS

make sure you always credit the original artist, yeah? or at least the blog/site you took them from. it may seem like such a little thing, but seeing as i'm sure most of the people who follow me are young artists in some form, of course you understand that plagiarism in any form is just not cool. i found one of my photos on weheartit the other day, and it was taken from someone else's who didnt credit me. how annoying!!
i love you all followers, but credit credit credit! im not nearly successful enough, nor, i suppose, are many of you, to be comfortable with your work not being credited when it's been reblogged.
yes, i know i'm guilty of it too occasionally, but i solemnly swear to change my wicked ways from this day forward. nothing like a little taste of my own medicine to cure me, huh? :)


it's a beautiful sunday morning, and i am currently working on getting my summer to do list in order! summer is coming up fast and as it's my last summer before university and irrevocable adulthood and responsibility, i do indeed plan on making it count!

i suppose i am cheating a little bit, as i'm going to be 18 this coming friday (may 21st i'm a legal Canadian adult!)
tell me, is being an adult supposed to change things? because the closer i get, the less i am convinced by this.
so i'll be able to get into clubs. i don't really dance all that well anyways.
so i'll be able to drink.                          legally.
what else is there?
i can buy cigarettes (addiction will welcome me back with open arms i bet)
but other than that,
what's the big hullabaloo about, really?
i wish i had done more things as a kid.
but i still have this one last summer. so...!

next time i will be post my summer to do list, and i hope you all will do the same!

have a beautiful day

i have converted!

you all know how much i love my blogspot, but lately it's been buggy, and i'd been feeling like its time for a change. how long have i been on this?
im impulsive, i cant sit still, and i found a new blogging love

sooo!

i switched to tumblr!

www.littlebirdsings.tumblr.com

i hope you all will continue to follow me there. :)

A word is not the same with one writer as with another.  One tears it from his guts.  The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.  ~Charles Peguy

so, why don't you love me?

i admitt it, 

i sometimes think about our lives if we were together.

and i like how it looks in my mind.

and i even put in the fights.

so sue me

i like to sit in tims with my best friend

and smile at people.

so sue me.

i get angry easily,

i yell.

my heart breaks into a million pieces

i cry.

i feel too much always. nothing is half way. ever.

i hate you

 

 today, i painted my toenails flat pink.
they match the apology flowers you brought me.
this was not done on purpose.

you havent written back, and that breaks my heart.

i want to change my style. and who i am.

i often feel this way

but im finally doing something about it. 

watch for music videos feature little star and i! they'reacomin'! 

look around you, cause you're not alone

When I wake up in the early morning
my arms search
the cool sheets for you.
You aren't here.
You nevere were.

And now,
tonight,
my whole body is inkstained.
and when i wash
i'll know when i am clean.

i hate being ignored.
but you arent ignoring me.
you simply arent around.
you arent here
which hurts the most.
If you're going to go,
go.
though you were never here.

the trees smiled at me today,
and the wind kissed my arms.
i like when they do that.
sometimes i pretend that you're there with me.
Think of it.
Walking in the heat
stopping for a lazy kiss
whenever we need
or selffishly want on.
think of it.
bare feet in the house.
no need to cover up.
we can leave all the windows open
we can leave the butter out.
i don't mind.

have a jolly snow day!

ever feel tired of the heavy stuff?
i need to let go more.
screw problems!
there's a great big world out there.
and it's beatuful 99.9% of the time.

i love the blizzard that is currently keeping my city at a stand still.

i love ice skating.

i love cleaning out the basement with my mum, and crying over the stuff we forgot about.

i love my family, for that matter, even if we don't always get along.

i love painting my toenails pink.

i love having a week off to be footloose and fancy free!
and, get some housework done :S

are you all pumped up for semester two (us manitobians i guess?
i have a feelin' this is going to be my semester!
english comprehensive, english literature, drama, choir, gym, chamber choir, vocal jazz, and universtiy one english!
busy? yes. exciting? oh hell yeah!

i love shopping with good friends,
whether it's for garter belts (ha!) or value village finds, or a new carpet.
just the act of being out and sharing ideas is the best.

whats your perfect date consist of? no, actually. what is it?

  inside silent dorm rooms
you and i
 run
   and create a rhythm of soft
     bare
       feet.
i ask for poetry
and reason
from your lips.
and get kisses on my cheek.


they aren't the same

and again youre gone
up in the sky
moving away from me
at about 300 miles per hour.
i say miles because soon that'll be the world you live in.
i guess you've lived there for a while.
you're just returning to
where you belong.
without me.
goodbye dear,
i'll see you in 5 or 6 months.
i hope.
goodbye dear,
i'm a little bit broken without you.
goodbye dear,
i'm going out to play.
because there's still a life that needs living.
it's not gonna stop for my grief.

after the battle, i painted stars in our bedroom.*